[Chorus]
I started thinking you would never get the picture
I been telling you everything since age eleven, what's the issue?
All I wanted was some custom AR's
Isotoners, marijuana, and a custom-made car (thank god)
A bad b*tch to kiss the scars (thank god)
Mad friction, inhibitions missing - smart
I beg my n*ggas in the trenches live large (thank god)
I beg you don't forget the kid, god (thank god)
[Verse 1]
I think of the scene
I'm shaking them folks and I'm touching this paper
Them n*ggas start beefing with us so we lockin' and loadin' and f*ckin' with lasers
I've been on my deen, I bet if I open this c*nt with the razor
I know where I'm from and I'm focused on letting them know that it's nothing to play with
I'm bringing my team, bringing my people who blowing us up on the pavement
n*ggas old enough, so what's another arraignment?
Just give me my dough and lump sums, f*ck an arrangement
Picture me rollin' up, tough, don't f*ck with no wankstas
Respect should be measured with gloves, the drug dangerous
The muhf*ckin' judge want to hang us
Respect where respect due and disrespect where it ain't then
[Chorus]
I started thinking you would never get the picture
I been telling you everything since age eleven, what's the issue?
All I wanted was some custom AR's
Isotoners, marijuana, and a custom-made car (thank god)
A bad b*tch to kiss the scars (thank god)
Mad friction, inhibitions missing - smart
I beg my n*ggas in the trenches live large (thank god)
I beg you don't forget the kid, god (thank god)
[Verse 2]
The marble bread was by the cheese
And the mustard broke up the sandwich
Just wanted to see if you could f*ck with us on the same tip
You hustle and eat with one another, f*ck on the same b*tch
Something you speakin' on the struggle, f*ck all the lame sh*t
I'm 'bout to reach another level, I can taste it
(Hmm) it tastes like grapes and
Pull out the whole entire Hennessy 8 for fake sh*t
I know some n*ggas got deported off a statement
(So you tellin' me Haitians tell on other Haitians?)
Them n*ggas fakin'
I know some n*ggas got recorded off a wavelength
My cousin Jay and my cousin Dede
My cousin Delo and my cousin Stevie, wheelie
Yo? (Haitian Creole)
And if she really really a queen then she gon' watch what a king say
It's feds on the corner in that ride with the stingray